[& now gmail's being a bitch]

Sep 17, 2008 12:15

True stories about me:
  1. When I am already in a fragile mental space, Carlos Pena hitting a home run off Josh Beckett can and will drive me to huddle under the covers and (not cry, that didn't happen until morning*) pull my hood up and (then I fell asleep). Relatedly: baseball as emotional pick-me-up does not actually work when all you can say the ( Read more... )

reality bites, family, sport:boys of summer

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equusregia September 17 2008, 17:36:26 UTC
(A little something you inspired . . .)

He'd gotten up just in time to watch through the bar window as the masses went home. Cigarette and vodka in his hands like faithful pets, he hummed to himself and smiled sometimes, because he was in here and not out there.

A woman walked past, ear phones in, mouth open, eyes shut, giving it the full welly. Her singing reached him through the plate glass. His lined skin creased into a grin and he muttered, "live the music, babe." She couldn't hear him, of course, but it didn't matter. She was already doing it.

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mazily September 18 2008, 00:01:50 UTC
Ooh, I love it. Thank you.

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janet_carter September 17 2008, 20:50:11 UTC

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mazily September 18 2008, 00:02:46 UTC
Mmmm, Greta. That is MORE than enough for today, yes indeed.

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tangleofthorns September 17 2008, 23:58:52 UTC

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mazily September 18 2008, 00:03:24 UTC
So captainly, so fucking spicy.

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